I'm Gonna Stand by You

Roza's ears flicked at her father's voice as he roused them. She had been on the edge of waking up for a while now, but she had been avoiding it at all costs. She grumbled sleepily and curled tighter into the ball she was in. "Noooooooo..." she groaned, her voice muffled by her own fur. She slowly lifted her head, blinking her blue gaze open groggily. 'en more minu'ies, Daddy... She mumbled sleepily, laying her head back down on the ground of the den and curling up closer to her siblings. She didn't know if she liked the idea of getting into trouble anyway. Weren't they supposed to stay out of trouble? And if they were with their Daddy how could they be getting in trouble? Was there some other kind of trouble she didn't know about? Why would words have more than one meaning? Questions rolled through her head while she tried to resist the idea of getting up, but the more she thought about stuff the more she wanted to ask her questions and she couldn't ask questions and be asleep at the same time. Realizing her predicament she finally rolled onto her paws and pulled herself up, stretching her lanky body as she did so.